Nobody in this house plays with Legos anymore. They have gone the way of American Girl dolls and Chutes and Ladders and soap bubbles. (I’d add Beanie Babies, but some people in this house still like them. And I’m not talking about Curie.)

This would make me sad, but honestly, the kids are turning into such cool human beings with varied and startling interests. Some of them like the same books I like; some of them listen to music that I can’t stand. They know things I don’t know. When did this happen?? They argue about math and politics and religion. So I miss the Legos, but I really love the poetry and philosophy.

It used to be way easier to find Christmas presents for them, though.